Men have seen to that. ‘When we met probably, and you threatened me at the first. She hesitated about her name, and, being prompted, gave it at last as Ann Veronica Smith, 107A, Chancery Lane. That was the true marvel of it. Mr. He grew even harder. ‘What do you want with me? Why did you catch me?’ ‘You intrigue me,’ he told her frankly. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. ” 243 She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them. With what airs we human atoms invest ourselves! What ridiculous fancies of our importance! We believe we have destinies, when we have only destinations: that we are something immortal, when each of us is in truth only the repository of a dream. Call her Miss Pellissier, eh? I tell you she’s my wife, and I’ve got the certificate in my pocket.
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